Miriam

Wherever you travel, wherever you roam, you’ll never find what you left behind: your loved ones and your home.

Class 2.0 October 17, 2007

Filed under: esl, mexico — mitzyg @ 10:41 pm
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I’ve gotten a couple of requests (hey b&s!) to put warning labels on graphic posts in the future. I’ll definitely try to do that, but I thought the best thing at this point would be to try and push the last post down the page a bit. And, in case you’re wondering, the finger is doing really well.

So, I was laying awake in bed this morning, home from my early morning class and trying to get some sleep before my afternoon classes, but the high school kids from the two high schools on either side of my building were sitting in the street yelling and laughing and I was fairly unsuccessful in my efforts. I was super tired, though, so even with all the noise (damn kids should get off my lawn!) I was managing to drift in and out of sleep. And somewhere in between waking and sleeping it occurred to me what the best comparison for my job is.

The best classes are ones where I show up, set a topic, introduce some useful language or structures, and step back to observe what the students make of it. The trick is to set the original constraints such that the students will be interested in them and become engaged with them and use them to create interesting new things that I never previously anticipated. I was thinking about my morning class, how I had used a video podcast from the Onion (In The Know: Situation In Nigeria Seems Pretty Complex^), and how I had been able to design some activities that really got them talking and how they were actually able to teach me a few things as well. The premise was that we were learning how to talk shite, how to hold a conversation when you knew nothing about what the other person was going on about. Needless to say, some of them were already experts in doing this in Spanish and, with a little effort, they were able to transfer this ability over to English. Everyone really enjoyed themselves. The students were speaking to each other for almost the entire class and, apart from some upfront work coming up with the original idea, I really didn’t have to do much except listen and note down some errors for a short error correction slot at the end.

Of course, in my field, this is known as The Communicative ApproachTM, which is the pedagogical theory du jour and the professed goal of most language schools / teacher training programs; the main idea of this approach is that the focus of the class should be on the students, not the teacher, who should ideally be able to blend into the background. But what I realised today is that it is also the goal of every Web 2.0 application developer: create an app that people will find useful and interesting, lay some ground rules, provide some simple and easy-to-use tools, and then step back, let the users create what they want, and provide moderation only when necessary and in small amounts. In my half waking mind, this was a super exciting idea. I had pictures in my head of a community of linked users, round-cornered pastel-coloured buttons, user-driven tagging systems, and Ajax interfaces. And somehow all of these things were floating over, maybe superimposed on, … no, fully integrated into my physical classroom space. I was imagining myself standing in my classroom, watching as my students interacted with my app: jumping into a light pink button, traveling down a pathway, following links to related data, creating new paths as they moved through the system. It really was a beautiful sight.

Hey, anything to get you through another day, right?

 

Subungual Hematoma October 14, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — mitzyg @ 8:34 pm

I’ve had a request to tidy up the smashed finger story. So, I smashed it in a car door Monday afternoon and it pretty much hurt a lot that evening. It throbbed all night long, waking me up a couple of times. But it really hurt the next morning. And it just kept getting worse. It was all I could think about. I was walking around holding my finger up by my chin to try and stop the blood from pooling under my fingernail. I couldn’t write. I could hardly use my hand at all. Later that evening, when I was making dinner, I accidentally touched my finger against the counter. I say “touch” because I didn’t hit it or bang it or even really tap it, I really just lightly brushed my finger against the counter. I jumped about three feet in the air, cursed wildly, and tears starting welling up in my eyes. My roommate said I needed to go see a doctor (this was also after me spending pretty much the whole day complaining about the pain). Of course, this sounded like a lot of trouble, but it also sounded like maybe it would be a good thing to at least consider. So, at this point I decided to google it. I googled “fingernail + blood”, found out this thing was called a subungual hematoma and that all the major medic sites suggested going to a doctor immediately. Well, this wasn’t the advice I wanted. So I next did what any reasonable person would do: I searched AskMetafilter. It was here that I learned that, yes, other people agree with me that this is a hugely painful condition. I also learned that if I went to the doctor, they would probably drill a hole through my fingernail to relieve the pressure of the blood pooling underneath it. This sounded fabulous. I also learned, however, that I could accomplish a similar result with a hot paper clip. Wow! Even better! So, I enlisted the help of my roommate and we heated an unbent paper clip over the flames of our gas stove and then placed it on my fingernail. I tried it at first, but I couldn’t hold it steady (I was using my left hand after all). She took over and (like a champ!) proceeded to burn a hole through my fingernail. You don’t have to press at all, the red hot tip of the paper clip burns through without pressure, but even just gently resting the paper clip on the fingernail made me want to scream it hurt so badly. It took a few tries. Eventually she got really close to going through, but I pulled back because it was starting to feel really hot. It wasn’t quite through, though, so I took a straight pin and dug through the little last bit of nail. When the blood finally started to ooze out I almost started crying; it was such a release of pressure, and the pain started going down almost immediately. It still seems to me like possibly one of the best feelings in the world. I spent that evening using the needle and some warm water to keep the blood from clotting over the hole. Every day, a little bit of blood builds up under the fingernail again, but nowhere near as much as that first day. And the hole is still there, so I’ve been using hydrogen peroxide to re-open it regularly and drain the nail. It’s always very satisfying, but nowhere near as much as that first time. And the pain of the original injury has almost completely disappeared. It still feels slightly bruised, but I think that should completely disappear in a couple of days. There is still some occasional pain from the fresh blood under the fingernail, but a little draining always sorts that right out.

My other roommate walked in while we were trying to burn the hole. She completely flipped out. She tried to tell me that I shouldn’t do that because there would be a hole in my fingernail until the nail grew out, that it could be months. I think this is the advice I would give to someone with a similar problem. If you are considering this procedure but aren’t sure because there might be a hole in your nail for a few months, don’t do it. However, if you are at the point where you would gladly remove the fingernail or possibly the entire finger if only it would stop this pain oh please isn’t there anything i can do to stop this pain wait what did you say i couldn’t hear you because this pain is SCREAMING in my head, then I would wholeheartedly recommend the heated paperclip.

 

Gorditas October 14, 2007

Filed under: mexico, recipes — mitzyg @ 7:56 pm
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Gorditas are pretty awesome. They make them here with yellow corn flour, but you can get them in other places (I’ve seen them in the DF and a small town called Bernal) with blue corn flour and this is just about the best thing ever. My roommate found some blue corn tortillas and I made some pan fried quesadillas with these, but it just wasn’t the same. Here’s a recipe for basic gorditas; if you’re able to find some blue corn flour (masa harina = corn flour), I would highly recommend going to the trouble. Once fried, you can put cheese on them and re pan fry them (way less oil this time) to melt the cheese. My favorite things to stuff in are sauteed mushrooms and pulled pork in a mexican sauce, but you can put just about anything into them.

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup masa harina flour
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon shortening
  • 1 cup hot water
  • 1 cup oil for frying

Directions:

  1. In a large bowl, stir together the masa harina, salt and hot water. Gradually mix in the shortening and flour. If the dough seems dry, add a little more hot water. Form the dough into balls that will fit into the palm of your hand.
  2. Line a work surface with waxed paper or plastic. Sprinkle with water. Flatten balls on the wet surface until about 1/4 inch thick.
  3. Heat a griddle or comal over medium heat. Cook the gorditas on each side until they are cooked through.
  4. Heat oil in a large heavy skillet over medium to medium-high heat until hot. Fry each gordita until puffed, pressing it down into the oil occasionally with a spatula. Drain briefly on paper towels. Slice it open (only halfway around so that it’s like a pocket) and stuff with your favorite fillings.

Thanks to allrecipes.

 

Dosai October 8, 2007

Filed under: food, recipes — mitzyg @ 10:24 pm

Eating that Thai red curry reminded me of how many foods and flavours I’ve been missing since I’ve been down here. So, in an attempt at catharsis of sorts and perhaps as a reminder to myself of things I want to try, I’m going to post some recipes of things I wish I could eat and that I might actually be able to accomplish if I put some effort in. Here’s my first installment.

Dosa

from the Indian Food Kitchen:

(Plain) Dosa

 

  • 1 cup plain rice
  • 1 cup parboiled rice
  • 1/4 cup white urad dal
  • 1/2 tsp. methi (fenugreek) seeds
  • 1 /2 tsp soda bi carbonate
  • 1/2 cup curds
  • 10-12 tsps. ghee or oil as preferred
  • water for grinding


Wash the rices and dal together. Add plenty of water and methi seeds. Allow to soak for 7-8 hours or overnight. Rewash the rice by draining the water 2-3 times. Grind to a paste. Rawa -like grains should be felt in the batter. Add soda bicarb and salt and mix well. Keep aside in a warm place for 8-10 hours. Beat the curds well.

Add to the batter, add more water if required. The consistency of the batter should be thick enough to thickly coat on a spoon when dipped. Heat the iron griddle or non-stick tawa well. Pour a spoonful of batter in the centre, spread with the back of the spoon to a thin round. Pour a tsp. of ghee or oil over it. Remove with spatula when crisp. Serve hot with chutney and / or sambar.

 

 

Time goes by, so slowly October 8, 2007

Filed under: food, mexico — mitzyg @ 10:15 pm

Okay, so not so slowly, actually more like really quickly. Or at least in a haze. I’ve been working for The Co now for over three weeks. My first two weeks were crazy. Working from seven to nine every morning, from four to nine every evening, and then last Saturday from nine to one in the morning. It takes half an hour to walk to or from work, so each day was about five hours of sleep at night, seven hours of work, two hours of walking, and trying to catch whatever sleep I could during the middle of the day. I had been enjoying eating this thing called the comida corrida, which is a three to five course meal, often with fresh limeade (or sometimes pineapple or apple ade), that includes a nice homemade soup, maybe a tostada, an entree with rice and beans and tortillas and some sort of homecooked lovely main dish, and then a small dessert of some kind, maybe rice pudding. This is all fresh and served hot and costs about four dollars. I was really enjoying this routine. But since I’ve started working, I’ve been lucky to get a banana and a slice of wheat bread for lunch. Breakfast has been a banana or a granola bar (actually more like a cereal whole grain bar with no oats; they’re really good) on the walk to work, and dinner is usually some yogurt (which is still really good. there’s this shop down the street from me that makes their own homemade yogurt with fresh strawberries or pineapple or all sorts of flavours including cactus. i’ve been sticking to the strawberry and pineapple). Sleep has been spotty and difficult and there’s never enough of it.

But the past two weeks things have been a little better. My schedule’s been changed so that I have a lot more business classes. I go to one factory in town in the mornings from 7 to 8:30 or 7:30 to 9 Monday through Thursday. Monday and Tuesday night I have a two hour factory class one hour outside of town from five to seven, so I’m “working” for that one from four to eight if you include the travel in the school’s private car with the driver (which they do, so I basically get paid to sit in a car for four hours a week). Wednesday and Thursday I still have a five hour shift in the evening, but then Friday I work from nine to eleven in the morning and then I’m done. I still work every other Saturday, but really it’s been a lot easier so far.

This past weekend was nice.  I didn’t have to work on Saturday, so work finished for me at eleven on Friday morning.  Friday night my roommates and I ordered in pizza and bought some beer from the store down the street.  It was really nice to sit around the house eating pizza and drinking beer, wearing messy clothes, chatting.  It felt very relaxed.  Saturday night one of my roommates (a 29 year old chemist from Veracruz), her friend, and I went to a dance club.  We were definitely some of the oldest people there, but we had a great time anyway.  And I was definitely more in the mood to enjoy dancing with my girlfriends than worrying about dancing with guys, so it ended up working out really well.  They played an interesting mix of pop music from all over (Europe, USA, Mexico, all over Latin America) as well as some hip hop, some banda, some electronica, and some reggaeton.  It was a good night, and a lot of fun to get dressed up and “go out.”  On Sunday, I made it out to a new grocery store (well, new for me) that is out of my way but has a way better selection and better prices than the one on the walk between my house and my work.  They even have a special this month: Tailandia exotica, so today for lunch I had some Thai red curry and rice.  What a treat!

Today was pretty good and all my classes went well.  I’m really enjoying this one class that is really advanced and all young women.  They are really interesting and a lot of fun.  In the afternoon, though, as I was getting out of the car to go into the factory I slammed my pinkie finger in the car door.  Really slammed.  Hard.  I thought I was going to throw up for a couple of hours after that, I felt so nauseous.  I didn’t break it or anything, but it’s been bleeding since then and the nail is cracked near the cuticle and I’m worried the nail will fall off.  I didn’t have time to do anything for it during the day, so I just had a fingernail caked with blood, but tonight when I got home I tried cleaning it up with a wet napkin.  It’s crazy sensitive to the touch, but I was able to get a good deal of the blood off.  But it’s apparently still bleeding because the nail has gotten bloody again.  Oh well, I guess I wasn’t really using that nail anyway.  At least I don’t feel as nauseous anymore.  That lasted for a good four or five hours.  Anyway, so probably more details than you were hoping for, but it’s definitely what’s on my mind tonight (especially as I’m trying to type capital I’s and apostrophes; I never realised before how much I use my right pinkie finger while typing).